While the Daddy's Away...

The girls will all go kind of crazy.  Daddy had to go play soldier in Texas for eight days, and we're all finding it a bit hard to cope.  Miss M repeatedly asks "Daddy still in Textas?" and Miss A comes in to my room several times a night to tell me about her bad dreams.  At least I think she does.  I'm never really coherent enough to make sense of what's happening.  We have tried to stay busy and do fun things- Friday we went to the beach with friends, and today we attended a Pirate Festival.  Tonight, in keeping with the girl's-only theme, we painted all our toenails and watched a fluffy musical.  But nothing seems to really do the trick.  Miss A kept asking "Why are they all singing?" and "Why are they dancing again?"  She must have inherited her father's genes...